We don’t want to waste it heating the whole village.” Her voice, though businesslike, was very sweet. Its mouth opened. Her tits touched him, sliding lightly across his flexing back muscles. Cadwarra quietly snored away. “It’s a handle for a mace” she explained to Kivan, still speaking Feir’Dal. Zanhass’s hot insides molded around his dick as if it was made for just his cock. As the bellows fanned the fire, flames rose high and hot as if excited to see the gaze the two youngsters’ exchanged. Selfishly, he moved his pelvis back then forward tentatively, maybe half an inch. He remembered how Jenna had held his cock earlier that morning. That half inch more of lower belly being exposed was enough to allow a wisp of nether hair to peek out above the waistband. He had looked at them when she had used her shirt to mop her brow. He was incredibly horny from the way Zanhass was acting. Flustered by strange feelings, she turned to pick up Pa’s shirt for Kivan. “You need to keep the armour buffed” she explained with returned self-confidence. The way his eyes had drifted down to Cadwarra’s breasts when he had been introduced to her last night, Amber had little doubt he would be coming around to Cadwarra’s bed to try her out himself soon enough.
